I was unable to fall asleep at my normal grandma hour of 10:00. Our neighbors seemed to be jamming out to assorted Christian artists, which really.... there are alot worse things to complain about. I tried to fall asleep anyway, but I could literally hear every word of Jamie Grace's new song. About an hour later, I decided to knock on the wall.
No response.
Either they couldn't hear me, or they were dead. My roommate and I proceeded to bang on the wall with shoes. After hearing no one's voice, we decided to knock on the door. That was probably the most logical thing to do in the first place. Knocked on the door.
No response.
Once it became 12:30 a.m., we decided to stay at my roommate's family's house. We didn't text them ahead of time because we didn't want to wake them. As I rested my head on the guest room pillow, the family's dog began to bark. My roommate's parents had no idea we were in the house, so they were alarmed by the bark of Balto, the guard dog. After my roommate went to introduce the dog to me so that he wouldn't be on edge and telling the parents that we were there and not robbers, we were finally able to fall asleep.
After church this morning, we decided to meet our neighbors and express our concerns.
"Hi, I'm your neighbor, Devin. Were you home last night? We heard loud music but couldn't get your attention. "
The neighbor, confused as to why we were standing at his door, replied "I wasn't. Actually my cat likes to turn the music on sometimes. It was blaring when I came back this morning, he likes to rock out. Next time I'll unplug the radio before I leave. I'm sorry about that!"
"I did enjoy the worship music, though!"
"That's what he listened to? I just learned something new about my cat!"
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